the dandelion fluff that dances on the breeze
and tickles my nose.
In beams brighter sunshine, which warms my face;
coaxing the flora and fauna out of hiding,
to take root and grow free in wide-open space.
Welcome, Spring, with your fast-rushing streams,
rinsing away the Winter from our hills and valleys;
providing sustenance for the trees.
Onward marches Spring, slowly toward Summer;
away from short days and cold nights
spent dreaming of vernal slumber.
Welcome, Spring, the stuff of legends;
long-awaited, short-lived rebirth of nature;
always fleeting, yet always to return again.